[Tang] Meng Jiao
I won't fly far, and my dutiful son will go home first. And what I do alone, my heart is opposed to four points.
Rivers and seas love the air, and the waves are sparse. Eager for roadside food, wearing all the clothes at home.
It's hard to be arrogant without cutting your own sword. There is no distinction between right and wrong in long-distance travel with few servants.
Be happy for sex and worry about sex. It's time to start driving, but summer is not long.
Lisi
[Tang] Meng Jiao
Don't sleep or talk, lift a little in autumn. Gu Hong recalls the frost group, and the lonely crane is called Mr. and Mrs. Yun.
Complaining that he is flirtatious and erratic. The high-voltage electric sail goes far beyond Megan's house.
Weaving farewell words back, the machine sounds sour.
Qing Zi's Poems
[Tang] Meng Jiao
The Wang family is strange, and Meng Qing is endless. Having children has another meaning.
Don't sigh, carp can smell poetry. Xiao Yu Zhang Jia, slim and graceful.
People come only to breastfeed, and my mother embraces unknown kindness. I want to choose his adoptive father, the one who released the bream.
People travel far from home.
[Tang] Meng Jiao
Hemerocallis live in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world. Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies.